a single tear is a river in an ocean.
I know not the soul of me
that holds this all.
but still,
it comes forth.
I am shy,
as the tear of the universe
falls through me
upon itself.
humbled in authorship
and grateful in receivership.
the same, ever sourcing itself
as I am a servant of cause
and minion of effect.
I carry in my heart
the emotion,
saline and secreted.
know of me
by what tear you come by.
we are one,
the soul
before liquid expressed . . .
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